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Whip licked me again, and his tongue was so wickedly perfect I couldn’t think for a good few seconds while my brain’s pleasure centers exploded.
“You don’t sound fine! You’re scaring me! I’m putting pants on!”
“No!” I yelped, my hips rocking like they had a mind of their own.
Whip laughed again, lifting one leg over his shoulder so he had better access to my pussy. The elastic on mypanties ripped, and I gasped, both at the fact he’d torn my underwear, which was so fucking hot I could barely comprehend it, but also at the feel of being so open to him, his head resting on my thigh while he went down on me in earnest, no barriers in the way.
Except for my bloody roommate, who was apparently putting on pants.
“Better say something quick that changes his mind, sweetheart,” Whip murmured, just loud enough for me to hear. “Your sweet pussy is fluttering like you want to come.”
I so did. I could feel the orgasm building deep inside me, my hips rocking on his damn face like getting over the line was a craving I couldn’t ignore.
“There’s a spider, Toby! Do not come out here! You know you’re no good with them!”
“Is it big?”
That orgasm inside me threatened to erupt, but Whip backed off the perfect amount to keep me on edge but not let me fall over it. He murmured against my core, “Not yet, sweetheart. I haven’t had my fill of you.”
“He’s a monster,” I called to Toby. I wasn’t sure if I was still talking about the imaginary spider or if I was talking about Whip not letting me come.
I grabbed Whip’s head, clutching him to me. He groaned a noise of approval and pushed a third finger inside me.
There was no holding back my orgasm this time. I twisted my head, pressing my mouth to my shoulder to muffle the shout of pleasure that ripped from deep within me.
Whip didn’t ease up. He leaned one hand on the wall,using it to balance himself while he feasted between my legs like it was a meal laid out just for him. He fucked me with his tongue and with his fingers, the two of them a combination that spun the room around me until I was gasping for air, my entire body boneless as I came.
My knees buckled, and he caught me as I slid down the wall, my pussy pulsing around the fingers he refused to withdraw from my core.
But his movements slowed, riding out the last twinges of pleasure, wringing out every drop until I was on the floor, wrapped up in his arms, his lips glistening from being buried between my legs.
“Did you get it?” Toby shouted from the safety of his bedroom.
“I got it,” I called back, then with a laugh added, “I got it good.”
26
LEVI
Early mornings at the clubhouse were always quiet. Most of the guys who lived here didn’t work a nine-to-five, so the clubhouse was an endless loop of partying into the early hours of the morning and then waking up late.
I was too fucking old for it.
Earplugs were becoming my best friend, and I envied the guys like War and Hawk and Fang who’d all moved out of the main clubhouse into homes with their partners.
Aloha joined me at the bar, and I reached across it to the pot of coffee I’d brewed earlier. I handed the bleary-eyed man a mug. “You and Queenie ever think about getting a place of your own?”
He shrugged. “Not really. We both like the clubhouse, Queenie especially. We never had kids of our own, but she gets to be mother hen here. She likes it. And I like whatever makes her happy.”
I could understand that.
Movement flickered on one of the security monitors behind the bar. I was still trying to get used to those. We’d never had anything like that back in the day when Army had been running the show, but now this place was locked up tighter than Fort Knox, with gates and security cameras and round-the-clock surveillance.
Aloha stopped drinking his coffee and peered at the monitor. “Someone’s at the gates.”
“Bit fucking early for visitors, isn’t it?” I grumbled. It wasn’t even eight.
He pushed to his feet. “I’ll go check it out. The bloody prospect we left up there last night is probably half asleep.”
